The flames flicker and sway as if they are alive
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Consuming everything until all that is left are ashes
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The smell of smoke permeates the air
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The roaring and crackling of the flames drown out any other sound
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Then all is silent save for the whistling of the wind
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Dove grey ashes dance on the breeze like fragile snowflakes
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Eventually, all settles into nothing
~This is my poem and I wrote this from the heart so please don't steal it. I don't mind if you guys use it as long as you ask first and give me credit.
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